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The Wise Man
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By: ImNotJoeyRamone
Competition Year: 2013 Votes (0) | Comments (0) |
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Perched upon a wise man’s knee
Who spoke tales of Harare and Jo’burg
but farmyard animals for me.
Walls of leather bound spines
Not pristine but cracked and worn
My Grandfa was a scientist
an inevitable love born
Every half a decade or so,
A plane was Calgary-bound
We’d while away the minutes,
Til the wise man gathered us round
In the soil you found life
The stars and nature’s disorder
The Earth’s increasing entropy
On the British Columbian border
Now nineteen years stood,
Perched upon a wise man’s memory
Speaking tales of chess games played
And summers by the sea.
